Page 65 of All Your Firsts

“When I win, I want complete obedience from you for a week, and every meal served to me on a platter,” I say, giving her a smirk.

“When I win, I will expect my tattoo on your first available, and now I want a week to do anything I want, too,” she says, her head held high. It’s adorable that she thinks she’d win against me. I’ve been playing for years.

“You won’t be winning, so there’s no reason to even call it, but sure, you can have whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh... probably not the best choice of words.”

She’s right because I’m supposed to be a loyal friend to her brother. Trustworthy, but right now, I’m willing to give her anything and everything she wants if she keeps talking to me the way she is with that sparkle of mischief in her eyes.

“So, what do you say? You ready to play?”

“More than ready,” she says with a determined expression.

“Ladies first.” I watch and wait for her to fumble and miss. “You need help lining it up, princess?”

She gives me a look before leaning her deliciously delicate body over the table. After lining it up, she sinks two on her first shot.

“Solids,” she says as she looks up at me from beneath her lashes.Motherfucker.

“You know how to play?”

“Never said I didn’t,princess,” she says with a smile.

As she goes to sink another one, Trey, Marcus, and Julian walk in.

“What are we playing?” Trey asks as he looks at Rosie’s ass. I walk over, effectively blocking his view. This motherfucker has a death wish. All he does is smile at my unspoken protectiveness.

“We’re playing pool.”

“You guys can play. We just started.”

“Actually, the table is full. You fuckers go find a different one,” I say, not wanting to share my time with her.

“Don’t be silly. They can play with us.”

“Yeah, Vic, what she said.” Trey grins.

I take a long breath. “I hate you guys sometimes.”

“Perfect. Let’s start with some shots,” Julian says with his ever-present smile.

Marcus polishes his drink off the second it’s handed to him. Then, he ignores the whole situation by going back to his phone.

“I heard shots.” Axl walks in with a big-ass smile, trailed by Jess. Interesting.

“Yay,” Rosie says as she runs over and wrapsJess in a hug.

Trey gives one to Rosie and Jess with a grin before shooting his own back. This fucking guy. He’s about to be buried six feet under.

Rosie hesitates with the shot in her hand. I wait to see what her next move will be. She turns toward me as if she senses I’m watching her, gives me a grin, then shoots hers back as well. She shudders as the alcohol goes through her body, and I can’t hold my groan in.

“Okay, that will be my one and only. I have a bet to win.”

In need of something to occupy my hands, I reach for mine and gulp it down like water. Then, I take another, never taking my eyes off her. Feeling the burn go down my throat and into my stomach does nothing to calm the raging fire I feel for her.

“What bet?” Jess says as she downs hers.

“I want a tattoo, so I need to know who is the best, and you’ll be on my team.”

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